Planting spring desires

A whispered wish, longing soil deep, Touch the stars; all are called to weep Trillions of lifetimes, we shall strive, To grasp the heavens, to truly thrive But distance vast, and transparent the walls, Keep us from picking up on unanswered calls A cosmic dance, swaying fraternally Wanting touch, past the moon, eternally Across the Earth, our fingers yearn, Galaxies, expanse whispered to burn To feel the warmth, the light, the grace, A longing dream, of time, not of space Each infuriating moment, we implore, To touch that something, even more But dark does not fade, and silence reigns, In our roots grasp, demanding hope sustains Lifetimes spent, our stems and trunks weather beat, For that unattainable, distant treat Trillions of years, our worship solar, To touch heaven's, bright star and toller